After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 263 Dangerous Ideas

The dinner only lasted until around nine o'clock in the evening because the general meeting was to be held the next day.

Although the show started at 2pm, several people were invited as opening guests and had to attend rehearsal in the morning.

Seeing that Old Ma Leijun had left, Lu Liang's face flushed and he was ready to leave as well: "See you tomorrow, everyone."

Although he used his recovery as an excuse, he couldn't resist the constant toasts from others and had to take a sip more or less.

After sipping for a while, two cups were finished. Especially Daqiangzi, he was possessed by the god of wine and drank at least one and a half kilograms.

If Lu Liang doesn't leave,
I'm afraid I'll have to be carried away later.

Walking out of the box, he let out a long breath and happened to meet Lao Ma walking in the garden.

Old Ma stretched his waist and joked with a smile: "Mr. Lu, your alcohol tolerance is not good. You need to practice more sometimes."

"It's because I just recovered from a serious illness recently. If it were before, none of us would be able to walk out of the house."

Lu Liang looked proud, as if he had lost the fight but not the battle.

When it is time to brag, you have to brag. When you are out in the field, you have to earn your own face. Being timid before the battle is a taboo in military strategy.

Old Ma laughed in silence and suggested, "Let's go over to the side and have some tea and chat?"

"can."

Lu Liang nodded and followed Lao Ma to the tea room next door.

During the conversation, we inevitably talked about the American election some time ago.

Unlike ordinary people who just talk about it on paper, Lao Ma actually took action and provided financial support.

He has a good relationship with Omar and has held cordial talks more than once over the past year, and has also donated millions of dollars to Larry.

So when he met Lu Liang just now, Lao Ma really felt regretful.

It’s a pity that I was in Tokyo instead of Hangzhou, otherwise if I had talked with Lu Liang at that time, I might have learned that he was more of a businessman and changed my subsequent decision.

It's not like I'd make a wrong bet now, as I'd probably have to go to the merchant in person next year to apologize.

Since the birth of Pinxixi, Ali’s reputation as a fake product has been successfully transferred, but only in China.

Ahri has always been included in the Americans' list of "notorious markets", and this problem has always troubled Lao Ma and Ahri.

Therefore, he wanted to lift the restrictions of the American market on the Ali Group through political means.

"Even if I tell him, I'm afraid Mr. Ma won't listen."

Lu Liang drank his tea and smiled calmly. It had been a long time since he said it was luck.

Once or twice, it may be attributed to good luck, but three, four, five or six times, it is the result of strength.

At least in the eyes of outsiders, he has the ability. Being overly modest is actually pride.

Lu Liang also didn't think so. Lao Ma told him the truth. Asking the Americans to lift restrictions on Ali was only one aspect, but definitely not all.

On the other hand, I am afraid that Lao Ma wants to participate in politics and follow the traditional path of Western capitalists.

Make money, monopolize the market, get involved in politics, feed back through policies, give feedback to the market, and then make money again.

This is not difficult to see, because among all the domestic capital or enterprises, only Lao Ma is strolling around every day.

Every day he meets either the deputy prime minister or the prime minister, and he can also be seen in organizations such as the United Nations.

If you don't participate in politics, then there is no point in doing so.

"It seems so." Lao Ma smiled with relief.

Successful people are basically stubborn. As long as they believe in something, they will insist on doing it even if the probability is only one in ten thousand.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a saying that the road to success is always lonely.

Lao Ma brewed some tea, paused, and asked, "Mr. Lu, has the public offering been confirmed?"

"Basically confirmed." Lu Liang nodded.

As they chatted, he suddenly discovered that their goals were surprisingly the same: they were both seeking cooperation, but with different purposes.

Ma hoped that Lu Liang would take over Tianhong Fund and absorb more funds to facilitate Alipay to open up the livelihood markets such as water and electricity. Lu Liang sought cooperation only to allow future public funds to access Alipay's traffic channels.

Compared to Lao Ma's ideas, he is like a little kid peeing and playing in the mud in a pond.

Lu Liang couldn't help but be amazed. He always heard that Lao Ma was very ambitious. Now he finally understood what ambition was.

If Ma is not bragging, then Alipay’s competitors in the future will be China Resources + Ping An.

One is the uncrowned king of the domestic people's livelihood market, and one is the fifth, or the sixth, of the four state-owned banks, because there is another one called CITIC.

It is already outrageous to benchmark against China Resources, after all, it is affiliated to the Ministry of Commerce and directly supervised by the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission.

Ma also wants Alipay to benchmark against the two companies and become a super complex that surpasses the two.

"Mr. Ma, you've drunk too much." Lu Liang said softly.

He felt that such an awesome company was not allowed in the country, and it was a private company with no assets.

The existence of Alipay is a miracle in itself. It has a registered capital of only 20 billion, but has hundreds of billions of savings.

For such a company, Lao Ma still wanted to invite Lu Liang to join, absorb more funds, and go public.

Once the crisis breaks out, he will need to pay 20 billion yuan, and the remaining hundreds of billions will all be taken over by the society.

Just like public funds, the reason why there are so many restrictions is that there is no threshold and it is open to millions of ordinary people.

Once there is a problem with funds, it will implicate thousands of ordinary families and even cause social unrest.

But in a sense, the two of them have the same idea, and both are striving to achieve the ultimate goal of becoming too big to fail.

But after all, Lu Liang is thinking about investing in the new energy industry, has fixed assets, and has strong ability to withstand pressure.

Lao Ma was simply thinking about stepping on his left foot with his right foot, heading towards the space, and getting something for nothing.

The words came to Lao Ma's lips, but he swallowed them back, exhaled a breath of alcohol, and said with a smile: "I am indeed a little drunk."

He added: "Mr. Lu, if you have any ideas, you can contact me at any time. Ant will open its doors to you."

After saying this, Lao Ma left.
Lu Liang was left alone in the tea room, lost in thought.

He simply couldn't tell whether he was just bragging or speaking the truth on a whim after drinking.

If it's fake, then forget it.

But if it is true, what on earth did Lao Ma go through to have such inflated ideas?

"Will it succeed?"

Lao Ma is an extremely good orator, and his remarks made Lu Liang think more.

Once successful, it will be Samsung.

"This idea is too dangerous."

Lu Liang lay on the soft tatami with his head tilted back, closed his eyes and put aside all distracting thoughts, intending to carry out his own ideas.

For the financial and industrial sectors to walk on two legs, we can also let Lao Ma explore the way first. If it is feasible, it will not be too late to join in.

Suddenly, the door curtain behind him was pulled open. Lu Liang opened his eyes and saw a pair of eye-catching long legs.

"I just saw you and Mr. Ma come in. I saw Mr. Ma leave, so I came over to take a look."

Wang Chuting smiled, took off her high heels, knelt down beside Lu Liang, and touched his forehead with her hand: "Are you well now? Let's drink now?"

"It's almost healed." Lu Liang turned his head and saw the seductive long legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.

He stretched out his index finger and thumb with nails, pulled out a few elastic fibers, and asked with a smile: "Are you busy today?"

"Not really busy. I'll start being busy tomorrow." Wang Chuting glared at him coquettishly, slapped Lu Liang's dirty hands away, pulled her skirt up slightly, and hid the damaged part inside her knee-length skirt.

Lu Liang touched it, suddenly stood up, and blew into Wang Chuting's ear: "I live in 5102 on the fifth floor."

A white shirt, a gray skirt, and flesh-colored stockings are obviously normal workplace attire for women, but when worn on Wang Chuting, they always give off a sense of uniform temptation.

　That’s all. I still owe one chapter. I’ll post it tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)